Mythical Scroll Artist: Starting with the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming

Chapter 103 A false alarm

As an inner disciple of the Mechanical Dojo, she had seen all sorts of amazingly talented scroll painters.

She has also met many outstanding young people from other dojos.

No one had ever given her such a suffocating feeling.

It is important to know that every disciple of the dojo is backed by the heritage and accumulation of their family over thousands of years.

How do you say that?

How can your ten years of hard study compare to the efforts of several generations of others?
However, Wu Xian's appearance seems to have broken this conventional wisdom.

“No, this person can’t possibly be some ordinary peasant,” Tang Qingxuan’s eyes flickered. “Could he be from a fallen and vanished founding family?”

By the way, that must be the case!

Otherwise it cannot be explained at all.

It seems necessary to investigate this thoroughly.

"Damn it," Tang Qingxuan winced as he rubbed his cheek, wiping away the footprints. "Don't you have any decency at all?"

Tang Qingxuan grew angrier the more he thought about it. In all his life, this was the first time he had ever encountered such a "ruthless" man.

But in the end, a strange feeling inexplicably arose in my heart, and my cheeks turned red.

To be honest, the way that guy approached her and the fierceness he showed was actually quite cool.

After his injuries had mostly healed, it was already the early hours of the next day.

Tang Qingxuan quietly jumped out of the window and returned to his room.

The next second, Tang Tiaotiao sat prettily on her bed. "Sister Qingxuan, where did you go so early in the morning?"

"..." Tang Qingxuan's expression was slightly stiff.

"Oh my god, you're all dirty and have injuries," Tang Tiaotiao exclaimed in surprise and indignation. "Did someone bully you? Tell me, and I'll get revenge for you!"

Tang Qingxuan waved his hand awkwardly, "I was bored last night, so I went to your dimensional dungeon and encountered a few powerful monsters."

"Oh, I see," Tang Tiaotiao breathed a sigh of relief, "But why didn't Sister Qingxuan call me when she went to the dimensional dungeon?"

"Uh, the dungeon my sister went to is a higher level, it's not really suitable for you right now."

Tang Tiaotiao pouted sullenly, "Then can you come with me next time?"

"Yeah, maybe we can go together another time."

"Hehe." Tang Tiaotiao was finally satisfied.

"By the way, Tiaotiao," Tang Qingxuan suddenly asked, "is your classmate Wu Xian really from a humble background?"

Tang Tiaotiao was puzzled and stunned. "Why did Sister Qingxuan suddenly ask about Xiaoxianzi?"

"I'm just curious," Tang Qingxuan said casually. "Yesterday I studied his competition carefully and felt that his scroll painting had a lot of potential. It doesn't seem like the level that a self-taught scroll painter should have."

"Does Sister Qingxuan also think Xiao Xianzi is very outstanding?" Tang Tiaotiao's eyes lit up. "Why don't we just take Xiao Xianzi to the Mechanical Dojo together?"

Her thoughts were simple: if Wu Xian were with her, she would be happier at the Mechanical Dojo.

She will then collaborate with her two old partners, Wu Xian, to recruit a group of underlings at the Mechanical Dojo and expand the gang into a larger and stronger force.

Thinking about it, I still have a little expectation.

"Although this person is quite talented, she is not a mechanical scroll artist after all, so she is not very suitable to come to our Mechanical Dojo." Tang Qingxuan said with a smile, "Moreover, she has now become Xue Lingling's apprentice, so she will probably be a member of the Necromancer Dojo in the future."

"Okay." Tang Tiaotiao pouted in disappointment.

Unfortunately, the Mechanical Gym seems to look down on the Autobots, complaining that the Autobots "have no" underlying principles or rules.

……

In the messy room of Master Xue in the North Street area.

At Xue Sanye's instruction, Wu Xian was repeatedly extracting and deconstructing the spiritual structure of various materials, while secretly wondering about the reasons behind it.

"Try this one next."

Master Xue handed over another document with a strange expression.

"Again?" Wu Xian was completely bewildered. "We've been deconstructing this all night."

"What do you know? This is basic skill!" Master Xue said seriously, "Let's try this core material from a fifth-tier monster next."

Helpless, Wu Xian could only obediently extract and deconstruct the material.

But the more Master Xue looked, the more alarmed he became, his brows furrowing as he asked, "You brat, did you learn how to mix paints from someone else before?"

"No," Wu Xian replied without hesitation.

"Then why are your fundamentals so solid?" "Solid?" Wu Xian's expression was strange. He really didn't know how solid his fundamentals were. "Isn't it just extracting and deconstructing the spiritual substances in materials?"

Master Xue said with a serious expression, "I see that your technique for extracting and deconstructing impurities and spiritual essence is quite refined, clearly indicating that you have received proper training."

"You mean impurities?" Wu Xian suddenly realized. "That might be related to my usual practice methods."

"Practice method?" Third Master Xue asked, puzzled.

Wu Xian briefly explained his arduous journey of figuring things out on his own, using various scraps of materials when he first started out with no money.

Although I'm rich now, I still like to practice using scraps that others don't want.

On the one hand, it is about being thrifty and making the most of everything.

On the other hand, it also leaves a job for those garbage collectors like Huang Mao.

Moreover, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the scraps; apart from having more impurities, there was no difference in other aspects.

"You mean you've been using those scraps that other people don't want for your research and practice?" Master Xue asked with a strange look. "With so many impurities, don't you find it troublesome?"

"It's about saving some money," Wu Xian said nonchalantly. "Besides, once you get used to it, it won't be so troublesome to deal with."

"..."

Master Xue's lips twitched, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

So this kid has been doing "weight training" all along?

No wonder their methods for handling impurities and spirituality are so exquisite.

Of course, this is obviously not something that can be achieved through "weight training" alone; one also needs to have some talent.

"Go back to the hospital for a thorough check-up, and make sure nothing goes wrong," Master Xue solemnly reminded him.

"Why?"

“Although your training method is surprisingly effective,” Master Xue said seriously, “you should know that the more impurities there are, the greater the pollution.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Xian felt completely awful.

He immediately bid farewell to Master Xue.

I went to the best hospital in the city for a comprehensive check-up.

"How is it, doctor? How serious is the infection in my body?"

Wu Xian stared at the doctor with pleading eyes. At that moment, he felt like a patient who had just finished searching on Baidu, feeling that his life had turned completely bleak.

But the doctor looked at the test results with great surprise. In all his years of practice, this was the first time he had ever seen such a "green and pollution-free" body.

"Wow, all the pollution and disease indicators are almost zero! How did you do that?"

"Huh?" Wu Xian was both surprised and delighted. "You're completely healthy?"

"It's not just that you're not sick, it's unbelievably good," the doctor said incredulously. "Even someone who has just been recuperating in the lavage chamber for a year might not have such good indicators as you."

"Oh, that's good!" Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you for your help, doctor."

The doctor wanted to talk more, but Wu Xian had already left in a flash.

Wu Xian, relieved to have escaped a false alarm, seemed to be deep in thought.

"Is it because of the God of Wealth in my birth year, or the purification brought by the spiritual energy of the laurel tree?"

"Or perhaps, both?"

At present, Wu Xian can only think of these two reasons.

After returning to the villa in the North District, I immediately logged onto the forum to ask: "After possessing a personal ancient scroll, can it resist distortion and pollution to some extent?"

Beihai Lao Zhou: "It seems there is such a saying, but I haven't experienced it myself."

Man Sanquan: "Several ancient books I have mention the purifying effect of the natal bloodline on distortion and pollution."

Four generations under one roof: "That's wonderful, but it's a pity we still can't do it."

Yang Wudi: "It's almost here! I have a feeling this time it will definitely succeed!"

"What can I do about your arrogance?" Old Yang: "How many times have you said that?"

Man Sanquan: "That's right, if you can hold on this time, I'll eat a ton of shit live on stream!"

What can I do about your arrogance? "I'll eat ten tons!"

Wu Xian then posted a question: "Speaking of which, what exactly is distorted pollution?"

(End of this chapter)